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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 June 2019

This past week was an interesting mix. Today’s reVerse hints at this. I have to be honest. As I was lifting lines from the posts last week I was not at all convinced that the resulting poem would make any sense. That is, until I read it back to myself, and then in a weird way it did. These Sunday reflections always amaze me.

I hope your week was a good one. For every sorrow, I hope you were able to find a flicker of joy, for every challenge, a victory, or at least a sense that victory is possible. We often get swept up in the extremes of life, but it is in the in between that we live most of our days, making the extraordinary something to celebrate and to savor.

Speaking of…In case you missed it, I had the honor of being featured in an interview, “How D’Ya Do?”, hosted by D.Avery at ShiftnShake. Thank you again D. Like today’s reVerse I’m a mixed bag. What you see is what you get, no fabricated personas or cryptic pen names here. I am profoundly grateful for the creativity that surges in my brain and happy to have this forum to let bits of it spill out. Thank you for accompanying on this journey. Have a great week…keep it real. 😉

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 June 2019

twisty tabs and shadows
toss all of the above in a large bowl
rocks that I’ve discovered in gravel beds and kept
a leaky faucet shattered the silence
believing is not enough
my passions spring
prone to fade like the ink that penned them
nothing matters but this present moment
sharp as a jagged blade
with the remains of bridges burned

~kat


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 May 2019

I’m ranting today…if you’d rather not read it, jump below to this week’s reVerse. Peace!

You say impeachment like it’s a bad thing. Oh I jest…not! This past week was rough for anyone who is paying attention, and I admit, I pay far too much attention to what’s happening in the world. I can’t help it. I am a child of the radical 50’s-60’s-70’s. Being an activist and a participant is burned into my soul…like the bras I burned back in the day. But I digress.

It is no longer a mystery what the grand old party (aka, Trump’s party, formerly known as the Republican party) thinks of most of us. To be clear I’m speaking about the GOP, as in anyone who is not white, male, straight, rich, born in the US of A, unless of course your parents were here illegally when you were born, or you happened to be a true native who was here before the white scourge. They despise us.

They despise the children they continue to rip from parents at our borders with no plan to reunite them, they despise sick children whose parents have the audacity to expect healthcare for pre-existing conditions so that their children might have the chance to live, they despise the children that they force to be born, gloating, “you’re on your own now”, once they’re here, they despise school children who dare to come between them and their right to hoard arsenals of their beloved guns. It’s no secret that they also despise people of color, people of faith who are not bible-thumping, evangelical, so-called christian conservatives; they despise the outcast, the refugee and the prisoner, the sick and the needy. Don’t be fooled by their smug “family value”, pro-life drivel. They don’t care about any of that or us. They only care about the votes their lies get them from fools who believe them, thus keeping them in power.

Oh, and this week, they made it clear that they hate women. Unless of course they want to get their rocks off, engage in a little consensual rape (because no means maybe) or have a little fun, a little innocent assault, because boys will be boys, you know. Keep the viagra cheap and flowing like skittles, but not birth control for women. No make that expensive, inaccessible and for god’s sake don’t let insurance cover it, or pregnancy for that matter and make the women pay more for that insurance if they want to have a family…it’s only fair. Men don’t get pregnant. Appoint misogynist predators to the bench, elect them to high office, to the presidency even. And when nasty, uppity women dare to act like individuals, dare to expect the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, make life a living hell for them. Remind them of their place. Remind them that as long as men are in power, they own them. Because women, according to them, are only objects of lust, hysterical, and weak. They need to be managed and punished severely when they get out of line.

It is head spinning to see how swiftly patriarchy is making its last stand. It’s ugly. It’s terrifying. I am outraged that more of us are not outraged. But like climate change (oh they hate the planet too, which is obvious in the way they rape earth’s resources for gain), we will reach a point of no return if we don’t stand up to this evil and stop them. Complicity and ignorance are not options. Impeachment you say? That is the very least that we should do. Our democracy, all that we hold dear, hangs in the balance. Yes, it’s that bad. I took a break from the madness yesterday. We should all do that, to recharge before getting back to it. But get back to it we must. If not for us, then for our children and our children’s children.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 May 2019

petals bursting in brief, fragrant splendor
but for the leaves whispering in the breeze
it was perfect
deny their humanity at the gates
for tender hearts, anger oft’ turns inward
fated by the whim of a breeze
I won’t tell you why
patriarchy
is a lie
yep…it’s that kind of day
when Love rains like
like angel kisses on my face

~kat


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 May 2019

“It’s complicated.” How many times have we heard that? Ask anyone about love and it’s the answer you might get as they shuffle their feet, look down for a few seconds, then slowly, head tilted, gaze up at you with a twinkle in their eye. Better to have love and lost than…we all know the saying. We humans live for love. It gives our lives meaning while holding our hearts ransom to the whims of brokenness. Because, let’s face it, we’re all a bit broken. And that makes the fact that someone could love us seem all the more improbable, all the more rare.

Love makes us do crazy things. It makes us deny ourselves and our best interests. It makes heroes of us. And victims. It is a many splendored thing as the song says. Love feels exhilarating and excruciating in a single breath. We seem to have a love-hate relationship with love.

What would you do; what have you done for love? I know, I know, it’s complicated. I wish it weren’t. What a different world this would be if we just let ourselves be love. We were made for this, after all. Somewhere between that first light, our first breath and the darkness, our last, we have forgotten. But just imagine it, can you, for even a second? Dare I say love doesn’t need to be complicated. Not when we remember we are love.

Oh I don’t know. Maybe I’m a fool. I’ll blame it on this week’s ReVerse. And the fact that this morning I paused for a moment to notice a rose on my morning walk. Her petals were drooping under the weight of raindrops. She was bit wild looking. In fact, she didn’t even look like a rose, or at least not the perfect cluster of petals we have come to idolize. And yet she still smelled sweet. She was undeniably a rose. Try to explain that to someone, I thought. Most of us recognize that even a jumbled mess of petals battered by the rain is a rose, even if it doesn’t look perfect. You could say, it’s complicated, but the truth is a rose is a rose and maybe, just maybe love is, because love is, if we let it be.

Sorry for rambling. I’m not sure any of this makes sense today. I’m not convinced it needs to. Peace and love. Peace and love.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 May 2019

just like that; there are days when I hesitate
from your kisses
I felt the rush of something…was it wind?
Pass ‘em to me then. I’m not shy
we’re an oddity at best
a wisp, a hint
sleeves, broken hearts,
it costs our soul
keepers risk being owned by the tellers
there’ll be no rest
let the fiddler play

~kat


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 March 2019

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you! This is the day when everyone is Irish, and rivers run green in Chicago, the place of my birth. My Irish roots run deep. From my paternal grandmother Florence O’Malley to the ancient Gaels in my mothers family tree…Sásta Lá Fhéile Pádraig!

I am the sum of many parts. My own DNA surges through my daughters’ veins and through them to their children. As I reflect on today’s reVerse I have to smile. Yes indeed, I am a messy tangled web. Aren’t we all! 😊


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 March 2019

…time waits for no one
cynics in love
she’s not finished,
the glitter
rubs against my leg
smoke mingled with the steam bellowing…
behind locked doors and walls
once hidden, now revealed
math applied in pictures, chaos
we are each someone’s
a messy tangled web

~kat


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 March 2019

I know I’ve written about truth before. And how it matters. To say that I have never told a lie would be a lie. And while it would be easy to categorize my brand of lies as omissions or “white” lies, the fact is, a lie is a lie and I’m guilty of bending the truth…okay I’ll say it…lying.

That being said I consider myself to be an honest person. What you see is what you get. I don’t have a separate online persona. If you ask me a question I will most always give you an honest answer. Um…except for those trick questions. You know the ones. Ask me if something makes you look fat, and I’ll likely try to defer the question or fudge the truth saying, ”define fat” or “maybe orange isn’t your color”. (Fingers crossed behind my back, eyes rolling).

The thing is, when I do let honesty slip a few notches, I feel horrible. I break out in a sweat, my stomach churns and I avoid eye contact at all costs. It takes me hours, sometimes longer to get over it. I’m not a good liar. I believe most of us are like this. We don’t easily resort to lying. Our moral compass is relatively intact. We can be trusted. Our word means something.

All this makes the current state of our society feel like an upside down, inside out, nightmare. We are fed a daily dose of whoppers by our president and those trying to defend him. And those who oppose him are not immune to bending the truth either, especially when an exaggeration or twisted truth supports their cause du jour.

What is a society to do when finding the truth is an effort? Most people won’t expend the energy. They’ll just go on with living and hope for the best. And they don’t like it when you point out that something is a lie. I know. I’ve tried. I’ve stopped trying. It’s a dilemma. I often wish I could just go about my day, ignoring the lies. But I can’t.

Reality sucks. I get it now. That catchy phrase you see on bumper stickers and spray-painted on shadowy underpasses. Reality does suck. Call me crazy, but seeing those words scrawled on a wall or a bridge brings me comfort. It tells me I’m not the only person on the planet who is awake. But oh, some days I feel so tired.

Peace out my peeps.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 March 2019

stirring my wild tendencies
precious moments that are everything
something’s terribly wrong
a nod or a knowing glance
making me stumble again
middling to high, hot hell to beat
things like reality and facts
it’s playing always, in my heart

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


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